There is no faithfulness, no love, no acknowledgment of God in the land. Because of this the land mourns, and all who live in it waste away. Hosea 4: 1,3
If I turn my back on my home and strive to make some distant place my abode, I separate myself from my heritage. Out of touch with my Father, I cease to be like Him. I forget his ways. The sound of His voice becomes a distant memory; so distant that when I hear Him calling, I may not recognize the sound of it anymore. Separated from home, from love, I languish because every living thing God created will strain for a connection with its Creator. Even the land mourns, hungry for God’s nurturing touch. Can you feel the labor pangs? Can you hear the earth groaning?
All who live apart from God today waste away. Dreams die. Injustice overwhelms. Futility becomes a cancer that eats away purpose. Continue reading “Joyful Confidence”